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dj rell - faygo creame lyrics

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
bet you i’ma catch a ho before i catch a cold
ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, i’m balling like a pro
we gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
i bet you i’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
ooh, mama told me chase that money, say f+ck them hoes
ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, i got blood on the floor
i got too many b+tches, i don’t love none’ them hoes
yeah, i might start moonwalking like i’m michael jackson
i got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
i got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
i’m throwing that money in magic city
i wanna f+ck, she got ass and titties
drinking that lean, i got bad kidneys
molly in the bag, got my mask with me
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
fill my soda up with lean, i like faygo creme
buy gelato, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
i be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
my b+tches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
fill my soda up with lean, i like faygo creme
buy gelato, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
i be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
my b+tches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[verse 2: lil duke]
hit the lab and pop a bean, all my b+tches mean
i’m a rockstar, i spent two thousand on jeans
drank got me movin’ slow, i’m sippin’ on lean
and we not drinking no green
they pull out their cameras when i’m on the scene
that b+tch ain’t bad, she a thot
n+gga try me, gotta die
i went and broke down a pot
i got that sh+t out the pot
b+tch i cannot tie the knot
trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
i just might peel out the lot
don’t know what i’m sippin’ but i poured a lot

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
fill my soda up with lean, i like faygo creme
buy gelato, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
i be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
my b+tches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
fill my soda up with lean, i like faygo creme
buy gelato, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
i be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
my b+tches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
[verse 3: hoodrich pablo juan]
yeah, pablo juan, call me your majesty
i f+cked her and i ain’t call her and now she mad at me
i be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
i got it on lock but i heard you had the key
yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
ooh, i don’t f+ck with hater n+ggas, ain’t my cup of tea
yellow lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
bought a new ap, man i think they on to me

- dj rell lyrics

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